Giggle Doll Novels & Stories

she asked, her gaze fixed on the toy section. I took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment as she pointed towards the crowded shelves stacked with an array of dolls. "I don't know how to pick dolls, babe," I admitted, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Or did you perhaps know how to?" I asked, hoping she might have some insight. Gladys nodded her head negatively, her pigtails bobbing with the motion. Her big brown eyes looked up at me, pleading. "Please, mummy, let's try it out," she begged, her small hands clasped together in anticipation.

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

Something flickered across his face— surprise, recognition, and a flash of something deeper, before he masked it. Gabriel skidded to a stop by the table, holding the doll out proudly “Dad, who owns these?” he asked. Hazel lifted her head at the same moment, her brows knitting together as she took in the sight. Before anyone could respond, Gaddiel came rushing in, nearly colliding with his brother. He held a handful of colorful baby stickers, waving them triumphantly in the air. “And these?” he shouted as he reached the table. Hazel straightened in her chair, her eyes darting from the stickers to the doll and then to her father. Adrian’s gaze was fixed on the objects, his jaw tightening just

I just stared at him. "How did she die?" No answer. "What happened to her?" Nothing. "Am I just a replacement for Camilla?" He didn't speak, He didn't move, He just stared out the window like I wasn't there. I turned away. I looked at my own reflection in the glass, My face was pale, My hands were shaking. What the fuck? I had signed a contract to be some man's Doll. I had let him touch me in a red room. I had worn a dead woman's name at a family dinner.

“Uncle Izzy! Uncle Izzy!!” Janelle’s cute voice cuts through my reverie, effectively shutting my mouth. As discreetly as I can, I wipe the corner of my mouth, sure enough, I drooled. “Look what we got!” She pulls at the legs of my pants, forcing me to look at the super sized doll in her arms. “Whoa, that thing is huge.” Ivan laughs, bending to appreciate the doll the way she would have preferred, saving her from mine, which by the way is not what she wants, it’s obvious it’s huge.

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

Her final, twisted "thank you." *** Later, I heard Sienna left Rivera once her probation was up. She never touched the frozen trust fund. Chose to live her own way instead. Rumors said she'd been seen out in the sticks, teaching kids art and music. A volunteer. A ghost of the girl she used to be. I thought of her smile—and without meaning to, pulled out my phone. On a dark web forum, I started a new post. [Coma doll. Young. Stunning. $500/hr.]

Gestures that somewhat like dancing into the tone of an eerie lullaby, creating and giving life to something that should not exist, as he gladly whispers. “My creation, my doll, and my very own daughter. Just what could your perfection bring unto your mother?” Giggling in between the phrases of his words, Kyle’s eyes dims into a deeper color as a twisted face and lustful heart is beating unlike any comparison of a devil’s howl. He carefully places the doll in the middle of the pentagram he drew from his blood. Its porcelain white skin, long shiny black hair, and royal blue dress shine in that place. He glances beside me as he smiles in a Cheshire-like way towards the silver-plated mirror, an

"I'm here." When Willow heard Gabriel's familiar voice, her mouth dropped open in surprise. Julian didn't lie to her! The dolls really could talk to her! Willow's eyes sparkled as she looked at the other doll. "Grandma?" "I'm here." Willow's mouth fell open in shock. "Wow! This is amazing!" As soon as she finished speaking, laughter came from the dolls. The real response felt as if her grandparents were sitting across from her, talking to her.